Just like her name Lee Eun Mi is graceful. 

After going through hard times Lee Eun Mi finally founds happiness but that doesn't stay for too long.

Will Eun Mi ever find long term happiness?

Scene: South Korea, In a town ( Made up ) named Lika Leuteu Dosi. Green hills, classy area with beautiful statues and fountain found everywhere! Beautiful houses and gardens... With some friendly citizens.

Characters:

Kim Kaeseolin  : Korean term for "Catherine ". ( 21 ) Kaeseolin was a short figure, with the size of a C - Cup chest, she was rather flat. She was the height of 156cm. She was pale. She's REALLY alluring and also had brains on her side. She was more quiet than everyone but still knew how to party it up! Shes also charming and really brave! Really caring and a great mother figure!

Lee Anjellika: Korean term for " Angelica ". ( 21 ) Anjellika was also short with the height of 150cm. She was pale with short straight hair. She was flat also with a C - Sized chest. She was a party freak and loved to go out and have fun! She was an optimistic character with a lot of beauty! She was sometimes loud at times but still caring:)

Li Beulodi: Korean term for " Broady ". ( 22 ) A tall male with the height of possibly 180cm's. Yeah.. Hes really tall. Hes Bisexual, and LOVES to Party!!! Possibly even more then Anjkellika! Hes a makeup artist who LOVES to drink! Hes still really loveable and caring! :)

Mysterious Man/Wi Koneo: Korean term for " Connor " ( 24 ) also very tall, 230.36cm... Chairman of Wi Cooperation. A wealthy man with a temperament. Has a slick haircut whilst always wearing hair gel and a suit. Will always see him with Gray, Black or White belongings. Enjoy smoking and drinking, not so talkative, only talks to people he likes. VERY Charming and all girls love him.

Lee Pin Salam: Korean term for " Finn ". ( 23 ) The bestfriend of Koneo. The CFO of Wi Cooperation and has the height of 222cm's. Really professional but can woo any girl over. Enjoys some drinks and adores kids. Hard working, with a dreamy face and wealthy.

Park Namja Ileum: Korean term for " Noah " ( 48 ) CEO of Wi Cooperation. Strict and wealthy man. Has one daughter and married to Park Yeoja Ileum.

Park Yeoja Ileum: Korean term for 
" Nelly " ( 47 ) Mother of Park Sala and wife to Park Namja Ileum. COO of Wi Cooperation.

Park Sala: Korean term for 
" Sarah " ( 21 ) Strongly hates Kim Kaeseolin for no specifc reason! Treasures the ground Wi Koneo walks on. Spoilt brat, acts humble around everyone, rude to people she doesnt like.

Gigi: Kim Kaeseolin's pet dog. A golden retriever and is 2yrs old. Playful, cute and loyal.

How long is a cat's memory span?
A cat's memory is thought to be at least 200 times better than a dog's. But as any cat owner knows, felines are more selective, and remember what they think is useful to them. Short term memory for a dog is about five minutes; cats remember much longer, up to 16 hours. Long term memory is harder to determine.

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After receiving a new magic book, Link was like fish in water. For the next few days, he spent almost all his time on the book Freedom and the Puppet. He practically forgot to sleep and eat.
Celine was unrestricted and could disturb him while he was studying magic spells, but he closed his door to everyone else.
The morning three days later, Link had flipped to the last page. He had pretty much figured out the entire book.
"This is such fine and flawless wisdom, but there's not enough," Link sighed sadly. He picked up the book, ready to look for Milda and exchange for another one.
He was completely obsessed with the puppet theory. After finishing this one, he had his eyes on the other nine books Milda had. If he didn't read them, he would feel something missing from him.
Just as he went to open the door, someone knocked on it. Tuk tuk, tuk tuk. The rhythmic tapping meant that it was Celine.
Link walked quickly and opened the door. He was in a good mood; seeing Celine's lovely face, his mood became even better. Smiling, he said, "My dear, how can I help you?"
It was the first time Link used such an affectionate term. Surprised, Celine blushed and whined, "Go away. I'm not your dear." She looked inside the room. Seeing that the book wasn't on the table, she asked, "Are you busy now?"
"I'm free." Link moved to the side with a smile, letting Celine in.
Once inside, Celine took out her basic wand and said, "For some reason, my power is increasing faster and faster."
With that, there was a Mana influx in her wand. It merely rushed in without constructing any Mana structures, but Link was affected by it. He was shaken.
Wow, it's only been one week, and her power has doubled, Link thought, amazed. Soul Dominator bloodlines were truly powerful.
Seeing Link's surprise, Celine was a bit proud. She giggled and said, "That's not it. My premonitions are getting stronger too. Instead of long-term premonitions, they're short-term, like some really weird gut feeling. Like just now, I was outside and thought that you would be free, so I knocked on the door."
"Huh?" This ability was curious. Link couldn't figure it out, but after thinking for a bit, he pulled out a gold coin. He said, "I'll toss it and guess heads or tails."
"Heads." Celine's answer was definite.
Link tossed the coin, and it fell to the ground half a second later. It rolled and landed heads up. It may have been lucky so Link tried again and again. He tried ten times, and Celine was guessed correctly each time without any hesitation.
This was probably a short-term predictive ability, and she was completely accurate too. The ability was very powerful. However, since it was short-term, there should be a time limit.
Link tried something else, still using the coin. "This time, I'll toss it five seconds after you guess. Try it."
But Celine shook her head. "I can't. There's no feeling."
"Just guess."
"Then tails."
Link waited five seconds and tossed. The coin dropped onto the table with a clink, spun, and landed heads up. He tried this ten times again, but Celine was only right four times. Her rate was about 50-50, just like the average man.
Link reduced the time, going from four seconds to three, then two. Finally, Celine's feeling came back at 1.5 seconds. Her accuracy shot up to 100%.
This meant that she could guess anything that would happen within 1.5 seconds with almost 100% accuracy. Of course, guessing heads or tails was simple. If it was a more complex matter, the time might decrease further.
Link tried other tests. In the end, he concluded that Celine could choose correctly between two options if the time frame was 1.5 seconds. If there were more choices, such as three, four, or even ten, the time frame went from 1.5 seconds to around 0.5 seconds. More complicated guesses were still maintained at 0.5 seconds.
This meant that Celine could accurately predict anything that happened within 0.5 seconds. 
Half a second was short, and she couldn't do much to change the big picture. However, if one had this ability in a fight, one's combat power would at least double. If trained well, Celine could become an unbeatable monster.
"Awesome! Awesome!" Link praised repeatedly. He spun Celine in the air and then studied her as if looking at a rare treasure.
A little shy, Celine said awkwardly, "Actually, there's something else."
"Tell me," Link said.
"I don't have any power now, and it feels weird."
"Would you like to learn magic with me?" Link's eyes brightened even more. A Magician with short-term predictive abilities would honestly be unbeatable in battle. If he could have this ability, he would be invincible.
Celine shook her head furiously. "No, no. I have Mana talent, and I can learn some basic spells, but when I look at advanced books, my head hurts. I think I'm better as a Warrior or something but definitely not a Magician."
Link was disappointed, but he understood Celine's interests. He knew she wasn't suitable for learning magic. Pondering, he asked, "Do you have any thoughts?"
Celine furrowed her brows. "I…I haven't thought much, but I don't want to be like now. When the Assassins attacked, I could only stand to the side. I couldn't help you and had to be protected. I don't like this feeling at all."
"Oh, then you think over it, and I'll help you think too." Link started wondering what Celine should do.
It should be a professional that was safe and didn't require killing people directly. It had to take advantage of Celine's talent as well. It would be best if she could develop combat power quickly without needing any difficult training.
This was a lot of requirements. Link racked his mind, and suddenly, an idea popped up. "The Yabba race has a type of Magic Pistol. It's really destructive, and I've seen it before. The structure isn't that difficult, so I can make one. How about I make you a Magic Pistol?"
Celine thought it over, and her eyes brightened. Her blushed cheeks were so cute. "That's a great idea. Please help me make a Magic Pistol. It has to be accurate and powerful."
"It's on me! You'll definitely be satisfied," Link promised.
Link wouldn't dare brag about other weapons, but for pistols, he could use memories from earth for reference. There were a bunch of enchantments he could use too. If he couldn't make something incredibly awesome with all that, he should just jump off a cliff.
Celine smiled brightly. Link's enchantments were renowned throughout Firuman. Since he promised, this Magic Pistol would definitely be powerful.
Actually, ever since the Storm Lord sealed the demonic power in Celine's body, her personality became brighter, and she loved to smile. Whenever she smiled, her eyes would turn into crescents. Her lips were pink and plump, bright and beautiful. Seeing it, Link became happy. He couldn't stop himself from pulling Celine into a hug.
Celine froze. At first, she was tense, but she quickly softened. She didn't protest, but her face was as red as a tomato. The two hugged quietly, enjoying the sweet serenity.
After a long while, Link unwillingly let go. Smiling, he said, "I'm going to find Princess Milda for another book. Your Magic Pistol…How about three days? I'll find time these three days to make it."
Celine shook her head. "No need to hurry. Wait until you're free to do it. I need to start working out again too."
Hearing this, Link suddenly thought of the Epic Battle Art he had taught Jacker and the others. Hitting his forehead, he said, "Your body leans more toward the water element. I have an Epic Battle Art for the water element. Take it to practice but don't work too hard."
Celine giggled. "I was waiting for that. Give me the Battle Art!"
Link placed the book in her cream-colored hands. They shared another moment, and then Link kissed Celine's forehead before leaving. As for the Magic Pistol, he decided to start on it as soon as he exchanged the book!
When he reached the stone house, Link saw Milda working in the small garden. She had recovered well. She was still weak but could do some light physical work. Planting flowers and such helped her recover even faster.
She saw Link and took off her dirty gloves. Smiling, she asked, "What, you finished the book?"
"Indeed." Link returned Freedom and the Puppet to Milda. "I want to get another one."
Milda was straightforward. She took out a book with a purple cover. The title was One Hundred Twenty-Nine Ways to Connect Joints. Rather than a theory book, this was an explanation of specific techniques. Link accepted it, thanked her profusely, and turned to leave.
"Hey, not so fast," Milda called out.
"How can I help you?" Link's attention was already on the new book.
Seeing him like this, Milda sighed. She asked, "I heard you accepted a disciple called Rylai?"
Link smacked his forehead. He had been so busy these days that he practically forgot about Rylai. He was honestly an irresponsible teacher. "Indeed," Link admitted, a bit guilty.
Milda shook her head. "Oh, you're really wasting her high talent. She spends all her days frolicking with the Wind Tiger. I see that you're too busy while I have nothing to do so why don't you let her study with me?"
This was great news. Link quickly agreed.
"Okay, go do what you need. I'll tell her myself."
Link left quickly, unwilling to waste any time. Looking at his back, Milda shook her head again.
"No wonder he's accomplished. He's obsessed with learning."
On the other hand, Link had forgotten all about Milda. When he returned to the cabin, he flipped through the new book and scanned it roughly. Then he took out papers and pens to sketch the blueprint of the Magic Pistol.
This was for Celine. He had to do his best!


Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. 

It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. 

"Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?"

What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game.

"Bring it on!" Link answered confidently.

"Then, best of luck." 

And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

"Honestly.... having to do this with you everyday is boring. When will you understand that you can never beat me?" His green eyes had rims of gold that glowed furiously  despite his  calmness. Jolezya flicked his wrist and all three of his assailants were thrown again the wall. They hit the wall so hard it dented. 
"I'm getting bored!" He raised his hand and the three were whisked upwards by an unseen force. Jolezya closed his hand into a tight fist and then brought it downwards with force. The three crashed into the ground and passed out. 
Jolezya walked away, he tucked his hands into his his pockets and lazily walked to back to his class. 
As soon as the door opened the entire class hushed. Jolezya walked in and made his way to his seat in the middle row. 
Someone had the nerve to mutter, "arrogant punk!"
Shivers ran down everyone's spine and Jolezya turned to where the voice came from, he smiled brightly, "my arrogance is justified," when the last word left his lips, the boy who dared to speak suddenly had his head pushed down hard against the desk, a loud BANG sounded and many jolted in their seats. 
The boy was unconscious and no one dared move till a cold voice commanded, "take him away."
Immediately two other boys stood up and carried the unconscious boy out of class. 
Not a moment later the teacher walked in. As always the class was on their best behaviour. Understanding the situation the teacher looked to see Jolezya, he nodded towards him and the boy flashed a smile. 
"Good morning students."
"Sir!" They responded in unison. 
*****
Korinthian Fighters Academy. Only the best school for gifted students on the entire Priden continent. People with all sorts of powers travelled from any and everywhere to attend this school. Why?
Because this was the one school that produced two continent kings in a row, some of the best knights were graduates from this school. Attending the prestigious school meant having a chance at becoming a knight or if you were powerful enough, you'd have a chance at the throne. 
The schools curriculum was divided into three terms, the first term would teach you basics in combat and gift control as well as educate you like normal schools should. The second term was just a few levels beyond basics with the normal education still included. The third term was the longest and hardest. It was advanced learning in all areas and focused on honing the gifts the students had. In order to achieve this the third terms held competitions amongst students and some times teachers could enter the competitions especially if there was a particularly powerful student. 
(Like our jolezya 😉
Also this is just a simplified version of how Korinthian works, we'll see more detail later on) 
A king, wasn't the one who ruled the continent but rather the strongest of the gifted. Of course they could very well take the throne but that hadn't happened in the entirety of Priden history. They were only two ways to go about taking the throne, through the Priden Fighters Tournament or by direct challenge, the latter was the hard way. 
The current king of Priden was Quincy Millard, though he wasn't the top student in his time at Korinthian he still rose to be the strongest and took the throne after defeating the previous King, Lorn Eisenhower. 
*****
A rain of fists came toward Jolezya at a speed that could only be describe as inhuman but in Jolezya's eyes the had slowed down, the gold in his eyes ignited like fire.
He began his dance, lightly avoided the blows coming towards him like they were nothing, his movements elegant and gracious. He's fellow students looked to him in awe and envy. 
His opponent realised that he was missing. No matter how well he aimed or how much he increased his speed, at the last second it was as if something else moved his body and he missed. 
In the midst of the fury he glimpses a wicked smile from Jolezya. The burning golden eyes were watching him with a perfect stillness and confidence. He immediately knew that he had lost. 
"My turn," came an icy voice then following right after was Jolezya's foot which collided with his cheek and sent him flying. 
He was thrown so far as fast that he didn't have time to catch himself. Right after crashing he felt an immense pressure fall on his entire body rendering him immobile. 
"Concede?" Asked Jolezya. 
The boy looked up with hate and desperation. How many times will people lose to this guy? How many times will he lose ?
Jolezya squatted in front of him and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, the golden flames in his eyes rescinded and now was a look of somewhat loneliness, "I know... I'm tired too." He released the pressure that had pinned the boy then got up to walk away. 
The boy saw this as a moment of weakness and lunged ready to attack. He was in the air about to land what could only be a fatal strike when something erupted from Jolezya. It ripped through the air so fast like a wave. 
The wave threw the boy far back into the wall again, so hard he was knocked out. 
No one cheered, it was an expected outcome. 
Soon enough the next pair of fighters stepped into the ring. Jolezya was long gone by then.

Haru was drinking a can of coffee while listening to Ayase who told him about his gold transaction. Even though he hadn't become a billionaire in USD, he wasn't that far from it. 

In the last evening, the gold stood at a thousand dollars and it kept increasing. 

New York Mercantile Exchange gold futures have successfully soared to close at 1028.7 USD per ounce and broke the record last year which was $ 1033.90 per ounce on March 17, 2008.

".... Gold has closed at the upper shadow line, according to an analysis of various data, I believe that driven by the weaker US dollar, spot gold regained its upward trend since the end of August, but the closing end wasn't in a new high that makes the sign of bullish trend in doubt." 

"From a technical point of view, spot gold is still going on the upward trend line since July 9. In the short term, with the continued decline of the USD, the price of gold is expected to rise to 1,100 USD."

"The weekly Kline chart shows that the spot gold closed at the low black line with a long shadow line as of Monday this week. The long-term price of gold is supported at 700 US dollars per ounce, and the long-term resistance is 1300 US dollars per ounce."

"There is no reason why the price of gold cannot continue to rise. Of course, there are also fundamental negative factors here. If gold continues to rise in the next two days, it will also accumulate a large number of profitable investors. It is inevitable that there will be profit-taking situations, and there may be turbulent market conditions." 

"If you can, I suggest you put the fruit of victory on the bag first, boss," Ayase said. 

Hearing Ayase's analysis, Haru sipped his can of coffee on his car that he had parked on the nearby restaurant around Hyakkou Private Academy. 

Kirari was by his side waiting for him to finish talking about his business. She didn't feel bored, rather she waited in anticipation of how well that he had done on his investment. 

375 USD million.

Haru smiled happily when he thought about his harvest in just two days. If he exchanged this money into yen then he really would have become a billionaire. He thought about the current trend of the market and knew that his day as a billionaire in USD would be near. He wanted to jump in excitement since he was really happy, but he calmed himself. "First, take the profit first since Friday. It is as you said, I need to secure the fruit of victory, and then next Monday, I am going to continue to buy." 

Haru knew that he was really reckless with his transaction and even though he believed in his luck, he wasn't going to be very greedy and put all of his money in gold future. 

"Yes, boss! I can sleep well tonight. I am happy to see you will become a billionaire soon, boss!" Ayase said. 

"Calm down, the game is going to start on Monday," Haru said. 

"I understand, boss, but you're not going to put 100 times leverage, right?" Ayase said with a scared tone. He knew that his boss was simply madness and he didn't want him to blindly invest in it. 

"No. Next time, buy it with 20 times the leverage," Haru said. 

"That's good...." Ayase, who was by the other side of the phone, said. 

"I'll end the phone now," Haru said. 

"Oh, wait! I have news about your financial advisor," Ayase said. 

"Oh? Really?" Haru asked. 

"Yes, she is a woman, but she is very talented," Ayase said. 

"However?" Haru knew that there must be some problem with this woman. He looked at Kirari and said, "Let's talk about this tomorrow since I have something to do after this." 

"Then, I will come to your cafe with my daughters. I have told them about your cafe and they're quite curious about it," Ayase said. 

"....." Haru was wondering whether Ayase wanted to send out his daughter to a lion den. "I'll also talk about which company I am going to invest in next." 

"Yeah. Let's talk tomorrow," Ayase said and closed the phone. 

Haru smiled and he was really in a good mood. 

"I don't know if you have a car," Kirari said. 

"It's a very sturdy car. It won't be destroyed with an RPG and a normal gun won't even make a dent in it," Haru said. 

Kirari nodded and said, "I should buy one for one later."

Haru was a bit weird looking at Kirari. 

"What's wrong?" Kirari asked. 

"Usually girls don't like this design of the car," Haru said. 

"Really?! I thought that there was a charm in this car," Kirari said while looking at the interior of Haru's Mercedes G400. 

Haru had thought to change his car after he had brought his entire apartment later. He really thought to have a financial advisor to help him to manage his business without him doing it by himself.

"I am not asking how much you have gotten, but can you tell me the process?" Kirari asked with a curious expression. 

Haru looked at Kirari and nodded. He told her how he had bet 100 times leverage, but he didn't tell her of his gain. His money was quite a lot, but it wasn't enough to reach his 

Kirari who listened to him felt very excited when she heard it. "You're crazier than I am." 

"Well, you're the one who is making me crazy," Haru said. 

Kirari looked at him and asked, "Do you want to stay at my house later?" 

Haru was quite surprised and quite tempted, but he shook his head. "We have a lot of days and it won't be late after you have become a student council president later." 

Kirari raised her eyebrow before smiling. "That day won't be long."

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The following day was Monday, and it was the first academic day of the term. All the students were neatly dressed in their class uniforms and were waiting near the assembly hall for the commencement of the first assembly of the term. The assembly hall was opposite to the school examination hall with similar structure of building.
 All the students were busy engaged telling stories of their holiday. When the assembly hall was opened, all the students entered and arranged themselves according to their class. When Sadik got to where his class was, his class members were quietly looking at him."Here come the best football player and the most outstanding player in Royal Secondary School" eulogized Sarah and they started clapping for him."He's not that good, perhaps it was luck that favoured him" James rebuked."Well, we are  all going to see at the end of this term's examination if it  really was luck that favoured him like you said" Sarah responded. Sadik went close to Sarah and sat down."Thank you Sarah for standing up for me" Sadik said."Oh don't mention it" Sarah assured."I'm sorry about what happened yesterday, I wasn't on my right mind" Sarah pleaded."Is okay, I'm glad I was not the reason behind your anger" Sadik said.  
When Sadik turned and looked at the side of SS2 D, he noticed Fatima and her friends were absent. He suddenly saw her friends coming and Fatima was behind them talking with the head boy. They were both smiling as they talked. Sadik felt he was being stabbed with a knife through his heart. He experienced a similar pain he felt before when he saw them together at front of the administration building. Suddenly, the whole world became silent to him. Even though he was surrounded with many people around him, he couldn't hear a thing they were saying. 
After all the students had arranged themselves, the teachers walked in and the assembly started. The head boy walked to the stage of the assembly hall and asked for two students to come and say the opening prayer, a Muslim and a Christian. After the prayers were said, the head boy ordered the Band club to play for the national anthem and the school anthem. All the students stood up and sang along with the trumpet blown from the band club, and the band music matches with the national anthem and school anthem.
After the national anthem and the school anthem, the principal climbed up the stage of the assembly hall."Good morning members of staff, good morning boys and girls" the principal greeted."Good morning sir" the students shouted."I'm standing here with a pleasure to welcome all of you back from your holiday and I hope it was a pleasant one. Our final year students will be engaged in their external examination by the end of this term, we pray that they all have a good result" the principal announced."Amen" all the final year students shouted louder than others."The school will be closed for a mid-term break by the end of the sixth week of this term, the final year students should be informed that they are excluded from this break because they will be preparing for their external examinination" the principal proclaimed and the final year students started murmuring among themselves like they wish to object what the principal had said."Silence please" the principal said referring to the final year students before he continued."And also, there will be an inter-house sport competition that will be held three weeks from now" and the students who were interested in sports started shouting with joy."Students who are excellent in sport should show us their best on that day" the principal continued."I wish all of you a very good and a successful term" the principal concluded.
While the assembly was going on, Sadik tried his best not to look at Fatima due to the fact that he saw her happy with the head boy."I must stop here, I don't stand a chance" Sadik tried to fight his heart. But after some few minutes, he felt a strong urge pulling him to look at her. He tried resisting it up to the point where he couldn't. Unconsciously, he turned looking at her place. To his surprise, she was already looking at his place when he turned, and she quickly looked away when he caught her. Sadik wondered if she was just looking around and they coincidentally made an eye contact or she really was looking at him. When he turned again, their eyes met again and this happened about three times, and this brought Sadik to the conclusion that it wasn't really the coincidence he thought. Suddenly, the sadness he had transformed into happiness. Throughout the principal's speech, if Sadik had at all picked any word, it will be when he was mentioning the mid-term break. Sarah who was sitting next to him was unaware of what was going on.
 After the assembly, all the students started heading to their respective classes. Sadik walked with Sarah to their class. When they entered the class, all the boys that seemed to have hated him were beginning to like him with the exception of James. Sadik went to his usual seat and sat at the back of the class. When their physics teacher Mr Jalo came in, the whole class stood up and greeted him and he asked them to take their seats."In our last class the previous term, I defined wave in this class, can any of you recall what I said about it?" Mr Jalo asked, the whole class remained silent."You there on the last seat, can you define wave for us?" The teacher asked pointing at Sadik."Wave is a disturbance which transfers energy from one point to another through a medium with the average position of the particles of the medium remaining constant". Sadik answered standing."That's marvellous" the Teacher said excitedly."Please clap for him" he added. 
Sadik started enjoying his stay in the class because almost every teacher that came in praised him for his performance unlike the previous term when most of them thought he doesn't deserve to be in the school.

It tells a loves story between a very poor boy from a village and a girl from a very rich family Royal secondary school is a school with students from prestigious families with different cultural background from different part of Nigeria. Fatima happened to be the student with the best result in the whole school. Many boys seemed to be enchanted by her beauty and had been going after her since her first year at the school. Meanwhile, Sadik is a village boy who newly arrived at Royal secondary school after winning a scholarship. Most of his teachers thought he is someone weak who got into the school by chance, and he became the object of mockery to most of the students. Sarah and Peter encouraged him to endure all the hardship he encountered. Things began to get more interesting when Sadik fell unconditionally for Fatima. Does he stand a chance of winning her heart when almost every boy at school is battling for it? And how would Sarah react if she finds out he is in love with the worst enemy she has at school? Find out by reading more on the unexpected surprise8

"Be fearful when others are greedy, and be greedy when others are fearful." - Warren Buffet

I've developed certain plans to make money. I say make money, but what I really mean is to make more money. 

While I'm sure the fact that I own S company will make me a permanent member of the forbes 100 list. But since I won't be able to use it as my personal playground. I've developed long term, medium term and short term plans that will best achieve my goal. In order to achieve my ultimate dream, the legendary and as of yet exlusively, noona harem. 

I've recently registered a company. Which will do various things for me. I'm setting up various subsidiaries. Under which each of the activities will be handled. 

I've created an agency, DPH entertainment which will take charge of all my public appearances, in my past life I would never have considered this but I plan on becoming famous. I'm not going to follow the exclusively idol route, there is too many restrictions, but it doesn't mean I won't be a singer. I plan on being predominantly an actor and then going into music. That way if any 'scandals' were to happen, as an actor public sentiment will hopefully not be too harsh.

It requires me to be a little proactive though. So I will be taking acting and singing classes after school. While I'm sure my face is in the 99th percentile of the 99th percentile of handsomeness. I've never done any of these in real life. So to make sure I don't suck, i'm going to learn. As they say practice makes perfect.

I have also opened an investment firm, which will act as the  intermediary through which I hold all my stocks and investments. I will act in the shadows. 

Like Batman! If you think about it, Bruce Wayne and I share some similarities. We are both orphans, who were born to rich families and are devilishly handsome. The only thing that separates us is our duties, while his duty is the protection of Gotham, mine is the much more nobler responsibility taking care of all the pretty noona's of the world. 

On a serious note, If anyone were to find out that I suddenly turned into an investment guru and am making loads of money, it will raise a heap of suspicion. 

I plan on copying the strategy from a book I once read, this Investor used a particular strategy to make $15 Billion dollars (75X the original amount) and the so called 'greatest trade ever' during the recession. Funds are limited at the moment so I will be using only 1 million dollars betting against the housing market in the USA and by September when Lehmann brothers crashes. That should be worth 100 times its value. 

In the long term, my main investing focus will be purchasing bitcoin when it goes public in 2009 at  5 to 10 cents each.  If  757% is considered 'the greatest ever' return on investment. I will be dwarfing that figure.  

My portfolio will further be diversified and will see myself becoming a shareholder in some of the greatest assets of the 21st century such as amazon, apple, alphabet (Google) and netflix.  Thinking about it, by 2018, if you add my personal wealth and influence of S company, I will probably not only be the most powerful person in Korea, but probably the world. 

When opportunity comes knocking, you never just sit and do nothing. I would be a fool not to right?

My journey to OP-ness starts now!

Dylan was an ordinary 18 year old with a particular taste for the older girls. What will happen when one day he finds himself in the past possessing a body no longer his own.

Dylan: "Where am I?"

"OMG i'm hot!?"

"Its time to .duh duh duh. Pick up noonas!"

How far will cheesy pickup lines and knowledge of the future take him ? Its anyones guess

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In London, I got on the first bus in the backseat. On the bus, I started working on Muggle Confundus. It's unlikely my spell would have had a strong effect on a wizard. But I knew I had to start training with Muggle exercises. I carefully read the explanations and studied the wand movement pattern. I bought some good books. The drawing was like a reflection of a question mark with no dot. These charms were the basis for any magician. No violence against the will of the muggle! Just a little temporary obscuration in other people's brains. All to ensure the comfort and safety of the magical world. No color effect, completely invisible effect of the spell. After I managed to throw Confundus three times and then convince the passenger that he had to leave at this stop, I stopped trying and went out to catch the black cab. In the taxi, I pointed out "the nearest cheap hotel", dumped Confundus: "Don't you think I have a great wife and daughter? We're from India." At the check-in, I introduced myself as "Mr. Johnson, the lawyer, with his son" and rented a double room for three days. Sleep!
    * 
    London, the cheapest hotel in the area (there will be many more). 9:00 a.m. July 26, 1991.
*
        For breakfast, I went out to the nearest cafe. At the hotel entrance, I asked the receptionist for paper and a pencil. For the next two days I'll be eating and sleeping, but maybe doing morning and evening exercises. Apart from these, no doubt, important things, I should spend some time planning. I have decided to divide the planning into the short-term and long-term. The goals of short-term planning will be the items, resources or skills that I lack for a comfortable life right now.
        I need them soon:
       1. Fucking training on fucking negotiations. I'm really ashamed, seriously!
        2. Base, ideally not alone. Organization of stashes.
        3. House elf. Galleons!
        4. A place for magical training.
        5. Sports sections for physical training. Pounds!
        6. Gentlemen's weapon set.
       
Besides, soon I can play Lara Croft on the graves of Tommy's family in Little Hangleton. Every fool knows that this guy's skeletons should be replaced by anyone's skeletons. Everyone makes a replacement because they're corrupt. I'm willing to plant monkey skeletons on Tommy.  If it comes to Voldemort's resurrection, he'll enjoy it. From Hong Kong with love!  Counterfeit. It'll make your life pleasant and almost not burdensome to spend.
        Luckily, I've managed to accomplish immediate tasks with time limits. I left the abode of evil, I got an amulet blocking the search, a wand, books, and I warned Hermione's parents.
I had some bad luck with the Grangers, I even thought a little bit about it. Why do I care about some fake Hermione? But I found the answer quickly. I spilled the first blood easily and easily. A magician is no ordinary man. Harry's not a normal boy. For a normal person, all magicians are crazy, and they're crazy to death. Magic puts pressure on your brain! You can't do it without it. But that's why there's got to be a little piece of light in my life. Worthless care for Hermione's welfare is good. It'll help me think straight. And for my good, it's not a bright thing to worry about, it's just a simple colorless thing. For my own needs, I will have to do many dark things. I will never be a Jedi! Forgive me, Yoda and Dumbledore. This is not the Potter you're looking for.
        It's complicated with long-term planning.
Although, in general, I only have one way. Dumbledore and Voldemort are not strong opponents in themselves. They're heads of organizations. Therefore, to fight them I will have to assemble my organization and carefully destroy other people's organizations. Any organization needs money for its work! That's a lot of money. When we say "money", we think "Sirius". I can have one or two accidents on my own. The effect of surprise will allow it. It is possible to think over and destroy not just a weak cripple of Crouch Jr., his daddy keeps half a dead man. It is possible even to organize an assassination attempt on a monster like Lucius. But it's not serious, because a good team can put the work of destroying enemies on the assembly line. And there aren't that many "native" Eaters. Take out a dozen and a half magicians, and now Tommy has no one to work with after the resurrection. And there's a limited team on Dumbledore's side, too. 
Long-term planning requires an organization.
1. Propaganda department. He'll live on Sirius' money. There are no more obvious candidates for sponsorship until my majority. There's figure number one in the magical world, the talented and corrupt Rita! I love the Beatles, I love beetles. Rita Skeeter, dirty and full of sensations, will serve me well.

  2. Intelligence department. They're paid informants, for a start. They don't have to know who they work for.
   3. Fighting department. It's a mixture of mercenaries and "idea" fighters as group curators. Sirius is not to be allowed in there. He's more of a comedy character, a very funny clown. Whom everyone loves. But no one would trust a clown with anything but a comedian. That toilet-type joker couldn't even destroy the Rat! This isn't a joke! A magician in an impulse of emotional shock is a terrible power. And what did Sirius do when he saw his most important enemy in life? Let us not remember, laughter and tears. He leaked the fight to the canonical Bella! The aunt after Azkaban twisted him in her clitoris as she wished. But there's family stuff, it's complicated, maybe they can't kill each other. Sirius is a good, kind, stupid clown. Let him sit at home, make heirs, a dog. Only Crouch Sr., Frau Longbottom, and completely insane Mad-Eye are suitable as possible candidates for the role of ideological fighters for justice. Making Crouch and Longbottom work together is a true masterpiece of manipulation. But it's none of my business. I'm capable of failing negotiations with Hagrid! It's not for me and mine to dream about this level of intrigue.
Opponents are strong. But my strength is that I know who my enemies are. 
        The Eaters Organization, the staff of the inner circle will be destroyed. There aren't many of them, but there are only a few magicians important to magic Britain. Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries is the only wizard that inspires respect. I just don't know what this Department is. But this scientist and specialist have a right to life. It's easier with Voldemort. I have a suspicion that it is not necessary to break all the Horcruxes to prevent his resurrection. Because the Horcruxes have pieces of his soul. If you destroy the most available, all that remains is a snake and a cup. The snake is a weak Horcrux, and the cup was not the first, and perhaps not the second. Instead of strong Tommy, his pale, mentally ill shadow will be reborn. His slaves may lock him up without looking at the mark. As for the Horcrux in my head, that's nothing to worry about. Considering how many times this idiot shared his soul, it's not even a percentage in my forehead - a part of the percentage of Voldemort's soul. I'm going to eat it and I'm not going to wince. Harry had a childhood after which he grew up a slow, naive and kind boy. Then Snape's "lessons of occlumency" allowed Voldemort to influence Harry's brain in some way. I'm sure a bastard and a sly creature like me can't get a hold of a pathetic stump.
        It's much worse with the Dumbledore organization. The staff isn't important. Dumbledore is willing to trade them all in for a temporary tactical advantage. You destroy some, he'll recruit others. And so let the people from the Order live for now. But then, in Dumbledore's troubled hour, we must destroy the entire Order of the Phoenix at once and abruptly. Dumbledore will be left without helpers for a while, he will lose the fullness of his vision of the picture. Then we'll offer him victory with one blow, a cheese he can't give up. The trap for the bearded master of intrigue must be thought out perfectly.
I smiled. The planning is done, my targets are reviewed and approved. In the meantime, rest.
     *
    London, same cheap hotel, evening of July 26, 1991.
*       
 It's time to master the wand properly. Since the Confundus came out quickly and clearly, I did not expect any pitfalls. I decided to start with the canonical Lumos. And who would have thought - I did not succeed! There is no shining bastard. Well, I guess I've thoroughly blackened the karma. How so? I've got to run outside right away, move grandmothers across the street, serve alms, heal beggars and scratch dogs behind ears. Let's go in on the other side then, let's have Leviosa. The canonical Harry and Hermione were picking up feathers. But I'm an original hero, I'll have a toothpick.
     *
    An hour later.
*
        Oh, it's too bad no one's around. You could have pushed him with your elbow and yelled, "You saw it, it moved!" Yeah, the toothpick did move in response to my attempts, no doubt about it. The spell is useful, the trolls with the clubs confirm. And the color of karma should not affect the performance of Leviosa. To test my hypothesis, I cracked the toothpick into a few chips and used Leviosa on the thinnest of them. I did it! There was confidence, and the chip slipped cheerfully above the table, but it quickly became tired.
        It occurred to me that if the Lumos was light and it didn't work, then Nox was dark, and so it would work perfectly. No, it's not. I've repeated Lumos/Nox in turns a hundred times, but apart from the fact that it gets darker after ox, nothing happened.
        It's a good thing at least Confundus is coming out, or I'd still be sleeping in the woods.
        And how am I going to move on with my life with such unrealistic magical powers? In a month, all the babies of the magical world will go to Hogwarts. I'm not sorry. Let them make the world happy with their academic success. But it's going to be hard for me to pretend to be a student at Diagon Alley. Pupils don't leave Hogwarts at all for a long time.  And my amulet hiding its appearance has already been illuminated in front of the people of the Alley. I could be caught underneath that face right in the Cauldron.
        I need to buy a house-elf as soon as possible. It will allow me to shop, send mail, and even teleport, not to mention amenities. Laundry, cleaning, cooking at the hotel right now isn't relevant, but I'll need it soon. You can buy an elf at Knockturn Alley. But there are only two cartridges left in the revolver cylinder. I may not have enough of these cute little useful items for an important purchase. It's not a problem to resupply ammunition, I'm used to the world of Muggles and simple.  What will be my main weapon? Last time the revolver was in my left hand and the Cutthroat in my right hand, but is that right? I need to train myself to work with both hands, ideally, I need the Glock 17 sleeves up. I'll wear knives on my belt or jacket. What should I do with a wand? With my only spell, it has no combat value. But it's only a matter of time before I use the wand. Where did all my thoughts begin? That's right! By buying a house elf.

No money, no Titles, no Superpowers. No MC. The story of the survival of an angry and insolent bastard. The story about how Harry is loved by two girlfriends. Hate and Fury.  
All/Most characters belong to their respective authors, I own no rights to them apart from the storyline.
I'm not a native speaker, so don't expect grammar perfection.
Schedule: 14 chapters per week. 2/day. 
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The MRS conference was one of the regular academic activities of the American Society for Materials Research and was the most influential conference in the field of materials science. 
It covered almost all research directions in the field of materials science, and its status was probably equivalent to the "International Conference of Mathematicians", but in the field of materials science. Almost all of the material science scholars would attend the conference.
However, unlike the "International Conference of Mathematicians" which was held once every four years, the MRS conference was held twice a year, once in spring and once in autumn. Spring one was generally in Phoenix, Arizona, while the autumn one was usually in Boston, Massachusetts.
The main purpose of the conference was to show off the technology to the industry. Laboratories could connect with rich companies for funding. It also gave a chance for people to catfight with their peers.
Yes, catfight.
It would be strange for someone to throw a show on stage. If the conference was quiet, and everyone calmly exchanged ideas, praised each other's technology… Then the industry people would have doubts.
The nuttier people were, the more they would try to catfight others.
This type of situation would not be seen at mathematics conferences.
In some sense, the style of mathematics was different than other disciplines.
As a mathematics professor, Lu Zhou was not interested in catfighting. 
However, this conference was still an opportunity for him.
Also, since MRS sent him an invitation, there must have been a lot of people interested in his research.
Of course, Lu Zhou did not forget who he was.
He was a mathematics professor.
No matter what, he was still a mathematician. He could not let his mathematics level fall behind because that level determined the upper limit level of his other subjects.
On the last day of August, Lu Zhou sat in his office at the Institute of Advanced Studies. He was testing his two other students.
10 questions, two-hour limit.
After handing them the test, Lu Zhou sat in his chair and picked up a book.
Time slowly passed by…
When Lu Zhou's phone rang, he closed the book and looked at the two people who were struggling with the test.
"Time's up, let me see the results of your studies for the past six weeks."
Hardy put down his pen reluctantly. Qin Yue did the same. They were both nervous.
"Professor, the time frame you gave was way too short," said Hardy. He got up and handed Lu Zhou the paper as he said, "I can definitely solve another question in 10 minutes."
"The time frame isn't important. I'm not asking you guys to solve every question. I want to test what you know."
Lu Zhou took the two test papers and looked at the questions.
For him, these were all very simple questions. He could ballpark the answer in his head.
Qin Yue was up to question six, and he was halfway through question seven. His thought process was correct.
In general, not bad. This was what Lu Zhou expected.
Hardy did five. He had barely completed the requirement. This was somewhat unexpected.
Lu Zhou thought that there would at least be one person failing the test and it would most likely be Hardy because he was the most impetuous student out of the three.
However, it seemed that all three of them were qualified to participate in his research project.
Lu Zhou placed the test papers aside. He then cleared his throat and said, "First of all, congratulations on joining my research project."
When Hardy heard this, his eyes widened in surprise. Qin Yue also had a strange expression.
Lu Zhou said in a relaxed tone, "My passing requirement is five questions. If you could complete five questions, that means you followed my task and didn't waste the past month and a half… "
"… As for the details of our research project, I'll explain it shortly."
Lu Zhou took a sip of his coffee before he stood up. He then walked over to his whiteboard and picked up a marker.
Vera was sitting in the corner of the office, quietly reading documents. She stopped and as the other students, she looked at the whiteboard.
"Six weeks ago, I told you guys that the research project is related to hail."
"If you know your additive number theory, then you guys have probably already guessed what the research project is."
Qin Yue and Hardy nodded.
As per what Lu Zhou said, they already guessed what the research project was.
As for Vera, she obviously knew about it since she joined the research project two weeks ago.
Lu Zhou paused for a second before he continued, "The so-called Hail conjecture, also known as the Collatz conjecture, or 3n+1 problem, describes that for any positive integer N, after continuous iteration of fokn(n) = 1, it would fall into the trap of {4,2,1}…"
"… Simply speaking, start with any positive integer n. Then each term is obtained from the previous term as follows: If the previous term is even, the next term is one half the previous term. If the previous term is odd, the next term is 3 times the previous term plus 1. The conjecture is that no matter what value of n, the sequence will always reach 1."
Lu Zhou paused for a second. He then smiled and added, "It's like a black hole."
Hail's conjecture was no doubt more popular than Goldbach's conjecture.
In the 1970s, almost all of the America Universities were delving into this magical "number game". This phenomenon was even reported in the "Washington Post".
Of course, for most people, this was just a game of numbers, but for mathematicians, this was something deeper. 
"This is a number theory problem, and one of the classics in additive number theory. But, the essence is actually a complex analysis problem!"
"… The Collatz conjecture will be your mission for the next three years. I'm not asking you guys to fully prove this conjecture, but you should all at least complete one thesis worthy of publication…"
Lu Zhou picked up the pen and wrote down an equation on the whiteboard.
[h(z^3)=h(z^6)+{h(z^2)+λh(λz^2)+λ^2h(λ^2z^2)}/3z] (where λ=e^ {2πi/3}]
When Qin Yue saw this line of equations, he took out his notebook. Even Hardy also started to pay attention.
As for Vera, she was as focused as ever.
"The community is pessimistic about this problem. In fact, the number theory community has made no progress on this problem." 
"In 1994, Professor L. Berg and G. Meindardus proved that the conjecture is equivalent to the function h(z^3), which is what I wrote on the whiteboard… "
"… This equation placed down the first brick to solving this problem…" 
Some things could not be described in words.
Lu Zhou turned around and continued to write on the whiteboard.
[g(z)=z/2+(1−cosπz)(z+1/2)/2+1/π(1/2−cosπz)sinπz+h(z)sin2πz satisfies: N⊂Φ(g)]
 […]
Vera looked at the lines of equations and her eyes lit up.
Hardy and Qin Yue also have a thoughtful expression.
Lu Zhou finally stopped writing and placed the marker on the table. He smiled at his three students.
"This step is crucial… "
"… If you can prove that there is an integer function h(z), for each g(z) above, each branch of Φ(g) containing a positive integer has z0∈D, so that [gok(z0)] converges. To 1…"
Lu Zhou paused for a second and looked at the three faces of anticipation. He then smiled and said in a positive tone, "Therefore, we can prove that…"
"3n+1 is true!"


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

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